Category: Writing

Painting, seems to appeal to limited group of people. Perhaps it's the thought of having to be perfect that hesitates one from painting. Perhaps it's the judgemental world that one is afraid of. Perhaps it's the criticisms one is fearful of. Perhaps being associated to painting are considered quirky, introvert or unfriendly because one is... Continue Reading →

I woke up this morning, crawled my left hand to the left side of the bed, to feel if he's there. "Not there. Isn't it Sunday yet?" I must be dreaming. As usual, he's up earlier than me. I got up, put on my bedroom slippers and pair of glasses, switched off the standing fan,... Continue Reading →

Everyone loves talking. More so when it comes to talking about their lives or themselves. The opportunity to communicate in terms of thoughts and feelings are pivotal. Not denying that it is possibly one of the few ways an individual could signal the identity he or she wants to share with people around them. It... Continue Reading →

First day of fame, it feels amazing. People love me. People adore me. People want a piece of me. Because I am being the perfect me. I didn't want it to stop. Fame is addictive and it's a lot of hard work. It can only grow more, not less. As long as I portray what... Continue Reading →

I log on to Instagram every now and then, looking for inspiration. It tickles me sometimes, and I salute people who spend extra hours beautifying pictures to be showcased to the world. It's a full time job to create inspiration for others. Not easy. At times, I do not see them as inspiration. It can... Continue Reading →

She wonders. It was uncommon in Asia to leave home at young age, because living with parents have always been a convenient option. She wanted to explore the city, that comes with endless possibilities. Hopping from one place to another for several years, hardly ever complacent, she wanted more. Opportunity arise when she was posted to... Continue Reading →

Life is crafted when she was born Follow the flow is what she's taught For many years she never question the wrongs All that she knows is to do the norms Society is surprising, oh yes she knows Because people are different with unique goal The norms that others do is not what she... Continue Reading →

Up in the mountain she aims to climb, with hope she dreams to reach the sky. It seems so near but yet so far, where to begin is a question mark. A little steps to start is what it takes, the patience is absent to think of courage. Think of giving up to find an... Continue Reading →

She was as tiny as 6 inches in length when we first met. Overly excited she twirled into a white fluffy ball to get a heed. She jumped with her hind legs as high as she could reach, Like a circus lead to say that she is a special breed. I fell in loved... Continue Reading →